I Sensed Before I Saw Her

her neck was stretched before her death but that was not enough for them so they cut it too her head had a mind of its own though and refused to die I knew this without knowing how I knew. I met her on a Tuesday; she crept in quietly Not wanting to disturb me; I sensed before I saw. She was fearful, though dead, undead. I felt an affinity, but did not understand fully who she was. Through telepathy she told me her story And I felt sad for her. Not her intent however. She wanted me to know of her life so I could be free She was Evelyn; I had seen her photo as a young girl now. To live mine fully, to appreciate each day. She wanted me to not be fearful, but to be fearless. I have had other visits from her, but she is silent. However being empathic, I do feel and hear her thoughts. Apparently I am doing the things she had hoped. She sneaks in quietly but I sense her each time. My great great great aunt Evelyn, murdered by witch gatherers Who were afraid of her psychic ways and her soul knowledge.